"Viktor, deploy the tactical response team and secure the courtyard perimeter right now!"
Bisma's voice rang out with absolute authority across the cavernous expanse of the abandoned iron foundry, slicing through the ringing alarms and the acrid smell of burnt propellant. He kept his body low against the cold concrete floor, pulling Meira firmly behind the heavy steel framing of an un-shattered industrial workbench. The broken glass of the control room window continued to scatter tiny, glittering fragments across the metal stairs above them like crushed diamonds under the harsh red emergency strobes.
"Commander, the sniper fire is originating from the high roof of the old logistics warehouse across the canal!" Viktor reported through the comms channel, his boots thundering against the
